By Isabel Palma class 608  
     
     "How about... Sammy." The teacher said, in her teacher-like voice. What? I looked up from dozing. Boy, I was gonna get it now. I stood up, and walked slowly to the blackboard. Bad punishments crossed my mind. "Well," she said, putting her hands on her wide hips. "Are you gonna show us the answer, or what?" Giggles came from the class. "I-"I start. "No buts," she says. more giggles. I stared at the blackboard, feeling eager eyes in the back of my head. Picking up the chalk, I drew a line. Under the line I wrote my name. On top of the line, I wrote detention. I closed my eyes and moved out of the way, so the whole class could see. All of the class roared with laughter."Thank you." the teacher said."I'll see you at 3:00. I put my head down, and walked to my desk. Heads spinned my way. Come and get me, I thought.

     After school, I use the phone to call Mama to come pick me up late. She was not surprised to hear what had happened."Detention again?" She murmured, before I could even say something. "Yes mam" I whispered. "Your a bad son of mine, you know that?" she said, her voiced muffled. "yes mam" I say again.
"Good, then I'll be there at 4." She said. And the conversation ended.

     So now here I am staring at the blackboard, in my own desk, at 3:00. Mrs.Crock walks into the room. hello Sammy," she says. "Hello mam," I croak to Mrs.Crock. She smiles an evil smile. "Don't mind me!" She says
"I'll be back to unlock you at 4:50." She smiles, and walks out of the room, locking the door behind her. I sigh, and think about what I should be doing right now. A huge water balloon fight with Eddy, and Mike, and Pat. We were supposed to gang up on the girls, and soak their dresses! I hope their having fun without me.

Mama picked me up from school just like she promised, at 4:00. I was actually kinda relieved to see her. When we were walking home, we didn't say anything to each other. But I passed my friend Jill, and said hi. Mama and I passed the rest of the school, too. on the wall was a painted picture of a cross. It was kinda worn off, and I was tired of looking at it. I didn't say anything until we got home. "I wanna go to the rich kid school," I say.